People take moments as if it’s their grand finale without the realization they’ll have a dozen other moments in their life better than the previous.

I see you in every passing moment.

People are so worried about being accepted that it causes them to lose themselves and in turn, lose moments.

I’m a very intense person. The way I look in your eyes, my stance, how I walk and choose my words. The way I say your name and the look in my eye that says I need you here.I have an extremely distinct aptitude for the way I present myself and the energy I give off. It sounds egocentric, but they always remember my name, my mind and the force behind my voice.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

It never truly mattered. None of it. Neither of us. It was one out of billion moments and I took it for more than it was; that’s why we’re always so brokenhearted.

Sometimes relationships aren’t meant to be forever. We stumble upon one another to learn, to love, to appreciate and become who we’re supposed to be.

We were in ways I can’t seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

In theory, I never loved you. I loved us. That’s what everyone forgets.